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« #43 : 08-19-2001 17:43 »
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i love that bit in "the problem with popplers" when....... leela:the poppler spoke! it called me mummy!! zoidberg:congratulations leela and i suppose amy is the father.. i think he said somthin like that anyway...
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« #44 : 08-19-2001 18:00 »
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Originally posted by diagnostic: I love that bit in "The Problem With Popplers" when . . .
Leela: The poppler spoke! It called me mom!
Zoidberg: Congratulations Leela, and i suppose Amy is the father?
*Amy says something <Zoidberg> Yes, yes, listen to the father!
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« #45 : 08-20-2001 19:45 »
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zoidberg:congratulations leela and i suppose amy is the father.. Zoidberg must know about Amys and Leelas secret affair. I wonder what happened in the steam room between Leela and Amy after Fry left..Damn does fox censors
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« #66 : 10-29-2006 08:18 »
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I think parisites lost was zoidy's best ep... Zoidy - Ah, the hypochondriac’s back. So whats it this time? Fry – well my lead pipe hurts a little Zoidy – that’s normal – next patient zoidy – Quick! We can escape through that nasal-capilary into the sinus. Hermes– strange! Usually you don’t know anything about human anatomy zoidy– I learned it from a decongestant commercial. Soothing action, action, action… and Professor (something about the heart) zoidy– Ah! where the food is digested! this ep really got to show how bad a doctor zoidy is !
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« #70 : 11-11-2006 17:23 »
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Originally posted by LordZoidberg: oh Lord he was funny in that but he realy shines in rosswell that ends well are you here to make a hybrid? are you coming onto me i take exepiton im not hearing a no
utter class Truman: If you come in peace, surrender or be destroyed. If you're here to make war, we surrender. Zoidberg: Both good. The important thing is I'm meeting new people. Truman: Bushwah! Now what's your mission? Are you planning to make some kind of alien-human hybrid? Zoidberg: Are you coming onto me? Truman: Hot crackers! I take exception to that! Zoidberg: (sexfully) I'm not hearing a no. [Truman stands up.] Truman: Nerks to this space crab! If we want information, we'll have to do us an old-fashioned alien autopsy! [A man holds up a saw behind Zoidberg. Zoidberg turns around.] Zoidberg: Hooray!
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